She keeps making cirles in my headAt lover’s gate, here I standNo one to holdTo hold my hand here in the coldSee my star land

She is this obsession in my life(So/and) tell me nowWhy’d you have to beWhy’d you have be so coldYou didn’t have to beYou didn’t have to be so coldI look much older some they sayIt feels much colder in this placeIt seems so emptyWith out my star i feel no warmthI raise my hand to meet the light

Stared at my star till I was blindHere is my star is it mine?

So quit this perversion in my mindStared at my star, till I was blindHere is my star is it mine